Chapter 313: 143 Unsolved (First Update)_2

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Qu Feitai said indifferently, “I don’t know, you should ask Han Ying.”

Xiao Wenwen pouted, feeling a little wronged, “I don’t know what I did to offend Han Ying, he just always seems displeased with me. Brother Qu, can you take me with you? As long as you say something, Han Ying definitely won’t object.”

“This is between you two, and it has nothing to do with me.” After saying that, he quickly walked away, leaving Xiao Wenwen behind.

Xiao Wenwen’s face darkened a bit, but then she realized there were cameras all around and quickly put on a smile, catching up with the others.

The purpose of the show was to experience the real rural life, which was indeed very authentic. There was no tap water, and the only source of water in the courtyard was an old-fashioned hand pump well. To get water, they had to pump it themselves. The four main guests arrived three days early to experience this life, and this well nearly drove Han Ying and Xiao Wenwen to breakdown.

There was a large vat next to the well, which was almost empty. Ming Jing took a ladle and scooped out some water, walked to the well, and prepared to prime the pump.

Zou Jingyu was lying in a rocking chair under the eaves, wearing reading glasses and holding a book in his hand. Hearing the noise, he looked up from the pages to the corner of the courtyard.

Zhao Xinrong, who was playing with a cat, also looked over and laughed,

“Seems like there’s going to be another person driven to the edge.”

As soon as Qu Feitai stepped out of the threshold, he heard Xiao Wenwen say, “This well is too hard to use. The crew is inhumane, deliberately making things difficult for us. Don’t let Ming Jing cry her eyes out. She is a delicate little girl who has never experienced such hardship.”

Qu Feitai glanced coldly at Xiao Wenwen, who suddenly felt a chill and found it inexplicable.

The moment his voice fell, Ming Jing held a ladle in one hand and the well’s handle in the other. She poured some water into the well with the ladle and shook the handle a few times. In just a few moments, water started flowing out of the well. Another push, and clear water gushed out.

Xiao Wenwen watched in amazement, “Could it be that Ming Jing grew up in the countryside? She’s so proficient in using this broken well.”

Qu Feitai hooked his lips, crossed his arms, and watched Ming Jing squat down to seriously wash some clothes.

In this fast-paced, modern world, everyone is striving for fame and fortune, having their hearts drawn away by vanity , opportunism, impetuousness, and greed. People would rather lament the beauty of a sunset someone else captured on their social media than bother to look up at the actual sunset. With beauty readily available, many choose to remain blind to it, pursuing elusive desires instead. The world is deceived by the hustle and bustle, making it difficult for people to have the patience to see through appearances and understand their essence.

But Ming Jing is the only pure stream in this restless world. She adheres to her heart, is unaffected by externals, works diligently and treats people with tolerance. She combines knowledge with action and is modest and unassuming.

He could imagine Ming Jing’s 16 years in the nunnery, with the morning bells and evening drums, simple meals, and lonely nights, during which she gradually attained a state of equanimity and detachment.

Yet, he felt pity for her. She was just a 16-year-old girl who should be a little narcissistic, shy, and playful. She should be able to laugh happily and cry sadly, with her emotions changing naturally.

Qu Feitai paused, then shook his head and laughed.

He really was possessed. Wasn’t this the Ming Jing that attracted him in the first place? If she were an ordinary 16 -year-old girl, he might not have been moved by her.

The chicken and the egg conundrum, which came first, the chicken or the egg, remains an unsolved riddle.

Perhaps time will provide the answer.

One year, five years, or even ten years… As long as he’s alive, anything is possible.

Zhao Xinrong exclaimed in surprise, “Ming Jing doesn’t seem like someone who’s ever done manual labor, but she’s surprisingly efficient at it.”

Ming Jing quickly finished washing the clothes, and there were hangers on the clothesline in the courtyard for her to hang them.

At that moment, Han Ying, who had changed into new clothes, rushed downstairs. He was wearing casual clothes and a blue baseball cap, looking like a refreshing and handsome young man.

Xiao Wenwen fanned her nose, looking disgusted, “How much perfume did you spray? You’re suffocating me.”

Han Ying deliberately leaned in closer to Xiao Wenwen, “Are you a dog with a sharp nose?”

Xiao Wenwen immediately escaped far away from him, as if he were a dangerous beast. She hid behind Qu Feitai.

When Han Ying saw Ming Jing, his eyes lit up, and he ran over, “Ming Jing,

Ming Jing, do you need my help?”